Dad. My dear father.
Last night my dad was up at 12 and I was still up because I couldn't fall asleep. I was telling him something and I don't remember how this started but he just kept naming boys that he said I liked.
"G and ---- sittin' in a tree–"
"DAD NO."
"G and ---- sittin' in a tree–"
"DAD NO."
"G and ------ sittin' in a tree–"
"DAD WHY."
"You know I'm just jokin—"
"NO. MY FRIENDS DO DIS. WHY U. WHY U."
"I was just kidding G."
"IT'S NOT FUNNY BRO. NO. DON'T DO DAT. DAT IS NOT COOL. I'M RANTING SO...whatever."
*takes a bow*
*drops mike. Then realizes that if the mike is broken I'll have to pay*
*picks up mike and awkwardly gets off the stage*
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HumorBOOK ONE. So, I see that you have stumbled across this book, hmm. Well it's your lucky day. *Wink wink* This is a book that contains random weirdness, and you can read at your own risk. (Caution: All these things actually happened to me and my fri...
